Rainbow Dash Necro

>it's raining
>you feel the rain soaking the clothes on your back as you walk through the mud
>looking for Rainbow Dash, she's a little far from home
>you pull a small wagon with you, carrying a couple of her favorite things
>maybe she'd enjoy some of the toys you brought for her
>the sun is sinking, the light is dimming, as you reach the familiar empty patch
>your boots carry you to the place where you would both make love every night
>you look around for any signs of any other ponies
>there are none
>they're all inside, they wouldn't expect you to be out in the rain
>a good thing, you probably didn't want them to see you with Dashie anyways
>you reach for your wagon, wood all wet, and take out a lamp, setting it nearby
>and you reach again for a shovel
>you dig it down into the dirt
>just like every other night

>the process goes slowly, the water not really helping
>you guess the guards or whatever don't really consider guarding the cemetary
>after all, why would they be here in the rain?
>you dig your shovel in, dropping dirt out, careful not to muddy her tombstone
>taken too soon
>you were never ready to leave her
>and you won't be any time soon
>she left you her house, but every inch reminds you of her
>you sold it
>she wouldn't have liked that
>she probably wouldn't have liked your decision to bury her here anyways
>that's what she gets for leaving you so soon
>several more digs, and you've made a noticeable indentation
>you swear, you're sweating in the cold rain

>the rest of the endeavor goes by without any distractions
>you saw a light go on at the far end
>a house, nothing more
>the tree nearby hides you well
>and finally the shovel hits hard wood
>you can't help but smile as the familiar excitement rises up in you again
>your love, once again reuinited for another night
>you pick out the last of the dirt, the rain making the entire thing a messy affair
>the mud keeps sliding in, but you've dug enough to bring the coffin out
>you set the wooden casket nearby, and take a hammer from your wagon
>you insisted on nails, just a precaution
>you pried the nails, and finally lift the lid, setting the hammer on the side
>and there your love lies, almost as beautiful as the day she left you

>you bend down on your knees, your hands reaching for her body
>you feel your knees wet in the mud, but it doesn't matter
>the stench hits you, and you forget that she stopped taking care of herself
>silly Rainbow Dash, now's a good time for a shower
>you smile at her, but she doesn't really appreciate your joke
>you set her down, reaching over for a clothespin, as you pinch your nose
>you haven't gotten used to the smell yet
>you rub your hands over her stomach, her coat is pristine
>almost
>cum stains covered her fur, though the rain is starting to clean it up
>and there are holes in her body, imperfections marring your perfect pony
>they never mastered the art of preserving bodies
>a shame, really
>you bring her body out, laying her back on the mud below
>it takes some effort, and soon her stone cold body lies beneath you
>the mud speckles her fur, her backside and wings are colored an ugly brown
>it doesn't matter, you start unzipping

>your dick flops out, and the rain pounds on it
>it's a weird sensation, but it gets you hard
>of course, looking at your Dashie only gets it harder
>you chuckle a little, laying down on top of her
>your dick prods at her wet entrancy, and it feels like you're pushing against softened flesh
>you arch your back, and bring it back, looking at your dick
>there's a piece of her rotten marehood on it
>you take a finger and flick it off
>she did always like foreplay
>you didn't figure her for a pony that did
>you reach your finger into her vagina
>feeling around the mushy flesh like you normally do
>something touches you, something moving
>you quickly look up, staring at her cum-covered snout
>any sign of breath, any sign of life
>nothing
>you pick at the writhing thing, pulling it out
>a maggot
>you're not sharing tonight, you throw it out
>and reach back, feeling around her
"you like this, Dashie?"
>your whispers go unanswered

>you fondle her a little more, your other hand resting on her shoulder
>you get a little excited and hear a little crack
>she'll last
>you take your hand out, looking at some of the flesh and probably cum on it
>you reach up, sticking it in her mouth
>on her tongue, and you feel more of those maggots
>whatever, you stick the tip of your dick at her entrance
>prodding it, she's getting wet, she likes being teased
>or maybe it's the rain, it doesn't matter either way
>you thrust it in, and you look up, expecting a gasp
>nothing, she's sleeping
>something slithers around your cock
>and you hilt
>you feel something crawling near your urethra
>picking at it
>you start thrusting, hoping the heat would scare it away
>your hands now bare down on her shoulders
>you thrusting hard into your love, she taking every inch of your dick
>her body bounces up and down, her head turns aside, her tongue lolling out
>you can see some larvae on it, her tongue is riddled with them
>you bring a hand to it, scrapping some of it away as you pump the mare
>some of her tongue comes off, along with the maggots
>you wipe it off your jacket

>you feel the familiar orgasm reaching
>her cold hard vagina somehow managing to feel like it's wrapping around you
>movement of the maggots coaxing you to cum
>you lean down, close to her snout, as you bring her to face you
>your mouths connect, you move your tongue over hers as you reach the final moments
>you taste her juices, her putrid putrid juices, before you lean back, spitting it out
>as you finally cum inside your mare
>you notice some of the maggots from where you spat
>you continue thrusting into her, riding out the orgasm
>cumming inside her, sending wave after wave of seed into her dead womb
>and soon you pull out
>green rotting fluids, flesh, maggots, and cum all sheath your dick
>you wipe it on her flank
>and you get up, zipping
>the rain hasn't relents, but you've got several more hours until daylight
>you turn back to your wagon, refilling your lamp
>taking out a bottle of wine

>you prop your little Dashie up on her casket, she's lying down on top of it
>you hold out two glasses, like you normally do
>something moves within your pants
>without hesitation, you unzip and whip out your dick
>somehow, another of those worms managed to stay
>you take it out, dropping it in the nearby dirt
>and sit down on the wagon, your dick hanging out
>after all, Dashie's sleeping, she wouldn't care
>you drink to your health, and Dashie's
>pouring the wine down her gullet
>hopefully you drown those parasites
>you sit down, taking a look at the lamp
>your oil would be your timer
>and so you sit, reminiscing with your mare about the old days
>how you told her about your old life
>how she talked about her friends
>and the wonderbolts
>so much potential
>you look up, glad the rain hides your tears as memories flood back

>a couple hours later, and her exposed marehood manages to get you hard again
>you stand up, a little tipsy
>you probably drank too much
>your vision is somewhat blurry, that's probably the rain
>there's a large pool of water in her grave now
>you stand up, walking towards your love
>you almost slip, but your boots manage to grip the mud below
>you rest your cock against her mouth
>she never liked this, you suppose that's a benefit of her sleeping
>you tilt her mouth a little, watching as some of her rotting fluids pour out
>her tongue looks mushy, but still fuckable
>you place your cock inside her mouth
>maybe it's the alcohol, but the maggots feel nice
>in fact they make you even harder
>and you start pumping into her mouth

>you grip her mane, expecting to find dried patches of cum
>of course, the rain is cleaning her mane
>you stroke it as you pump into her
>you try going in deep, letting the worms tickle your nutsack as they writhe
>you reach the back of her throat, expecting the familiar vibrations of her choking
>of course, she doesn't react, she's sleeping
>you grip her head a little harder, thrusting a little faster
>why won't she wake up?
>doesn't she know you're fucking her, suffocating, like she didn't like?
>there's so response, and a small sob escapes you
>you continue thrusting into the mare
>you feel yourself reaching your second orgasm
>and you cum once again into her mouth
>mingling whatever juices there with your seed again
>and pull out
"please, just say something"
>cum pours out of her mouth, and she fails to reply

>you kneel by her giving her chest a hard thump
"why did you leave?"
>you give it another whack
>and another
>you hear cracks
>and soft thumps as you squeze whatever soft flesh there was
>and you finally collapse onto her corpse
>sobbing, your limp-maggot covered cock leaning out
>all those memories
>those times you spent with her
>never again
>you feel something touch your back
>you look up quickly
"R-rainbow?"
>the lamp went out while you were crying
>you see a figure
>it's dark
>a small shove
>everything's a blur
>liquid surrounds you
>and you feel something on your face

>you taste soil, spitting it out
>your head is spinning, you don't even know what's happening
>you hear a splash as something falls down
>and a thump as another smack of dirt falls on your stomach
"R-rainbow?"
>your speech is somewhat slurred
>there's no response, only the rhythmic thumping and splashing of dirt
>you try to stand up, only to slip and fall
"Help me, Rainbow"
>your words are weak, it's still all dark
>you manage to get on your knees
>about to crawl before something hits your head
>and you crash to the muddied, liquid ground below
>you quickly jerk up, spitting out the fluids
>and another whack
>you fall
>and feel a massive wood casket falling on you
>it feels heavy
>like your tools were dumped in
>it pins you down
>you can't move up
>the liquid surrounds you
>you're running out of air
"h-help"
>your words only come out in your final air bubble
>you choke
>the lack of oxygen burning
>your vision fades
>you try to struggle
>before darkness settles